"So according to what Brass found out, Camille actually lives in LA and came out to job hunt on her vacation, which happened to coincide with Jenna's vacation to Jamaica." Sara was reviewing the transcripts from the interviews that Brass had conducted.

"So that probably rules out her being the actual target and puts it back on Jenna, especially when we consider the cat factor." Nick agreed.

Sara studied the file for a long moment and let out a deep sigh, sitting back in her chair as she glanced at Nick across the conference room table. "We still have nothing." She looked frustrated.

Nick flipped through the file he had in front of him and pursed his lips together. "Well, we do have a list of people that Jenna said were familiar enough with her cat to get close to it." He shook his head and glanced up at Sara with a wry expression. "I guess this cat was friendlier than yours was." He pushed the file across the table so she could see the list.

Sara began to read the names, looking for something that might make one of them stick out from the rest. "Well we can eliminate Kevin Parker." She glanced up. "Has Brass interviewed anyone else on the list?"

Nick shrugged his shoulders. "I believe he's got an officer on this, but when he gave this to me he didn't have anything to tell."

Sara closed her eyes and rolled her neck to try and loosen the tension that was forming in her muscles.

"You ok?" Nick's voice was laced with concern.

She nodded, not opening her eyes. "Yeah, I just wish we could catch a break in this case."

"Hey." Nick leaned forward and reached across the table, putting his hand over hers.

Sara's eyes snapped open and they locked with his. She swallowed hard and tried to act relaxed. "What?"

"We'll get whoever this is. Ok." He smiled at her and gave her hand a squeeze before letting it go. "Now how are you?"

She smiled softly, shaking her head. "I'm ok, Nick." She really didn't want him to press the issue, but she knew that he was perceptive enough to know that she really wasn't herself on this case. There was just something about it that bothered her more than most cases did.

Nick's expression was earnest. "You can trust me. I hope you know that." There was more behind Nick's statement than even he was willing to articulate. He had been hinting at his feelings for her for some time, but he sensed that she wasn't ready and he didn't want to push her away. Still, it was becoming more and more difficult for him to pretend that he didn't care for her very deeply.

Sara glanced away for a moment. "It's not that I don't trust you." There was doubt in her voice and she knew that he knew that she wasn't just talking about this case or even her nightmares. She just wasn't ready to fully trust someone with her heart, but it wasn't because she didn't want to; she was scared.

"Did you sleep ok after I went back out to the couch?" He'd had a hard time himself going back to sleep because he was worried about her, but after the first hour, he'd finally allowed himself to relax and close his eyes.

A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she looked back down at the file. "Yeah, I did. No more nightmares after that."

Nick cleared his throat. "Do you want me to sleep over again?" He looked at her expectantly.

Sara couldn't help but giggle at his comment and she smirked as she looked at him in an effort to keep from blushing. "It's a good thing no one else is here or they might get the wrong idea."

He sat back in his chair and smirked. "Just because you don't want the whole lab to know you want me."

She looked back at the file and tried to keep a straight face. "Just keep telling yourself that."

Somehow this flirtatious banter they'd engaged in over the last four years was as comfortable as a favorite pair of blue jeans. Neither one of them had ever read anything more into it than it was, but even so, there was an undercurrent of change going on between them and Sara was in control of the rudder that could change the direction of their friendship into something deeper.

"Uh, Grissom told me to see if you two needed any help with your case." Greg stood in the doorway with an expectant expression on his face and a sheaf of papers in his hand.

Nick and Sara exchanged a glance, both wondering just how long Greg had been standing there.

Greg's brow furrowed. "Otherwise I could go out in the field with Warrick."

"We're sort of at a standstill, Greg. You might have more to do if you went with Warrick." Sara looked at him apologetically.

"Standstill, huh?" Greg cleared his throat. "I heard about the twin thing. Weird."

"Yeah, it's complicated things." Nick added noting that Greg's demeanor indicated he had more to say.

"I went to high school with these twins. Very hot. They always seemed to be joined at the hip. What a date that would have been." Greg grinned at Sara who by her expression seemed to already be getting impatient with his rambling. "Anyway, they were close, even dated some of same guys. One time it was the same guy at the same time, only he didn't know about it until later. He thought they were the same girl."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "So you think that maybe our killer might have dated both twins at one point?"

"You never know. I mean, a guy thinks he's dating one and it ends up being the other." Greg left his statement hanging in the air.

"But she's already dating someone pretty seriously." Sara added thoughtfully.

"But how many of them were around her cat if Camille was just visiting?" Nick was mulling over Greg's theory trying to see if there might be any merit to it. As it was, they had nothing else to go on.

Greg interjected and held out the papers in his hand. "Brass had these sent over. According to this, Camille was over here about every weekend, so it's quite possible that she had plenty of time to date Jenna's boyfriends."

Nick took the information that Greg handed him and began to leaf through the pages. "Curious that she would fly instead of drive. That's got to get expensive."

"This is interesting." Sara read back down the list of names that Jenna had provided to them.

Nick and Greg both looked in her direction.

She looked up. "What do you do when you're pet sitting and something goes wrong with the cat?"

"You call the vet." Nick answered without missing a beat, a curious smile beginning to spread across his face.

"And so are we." Sara gave Nick a satisfied grin.